Laying quietly, a woman is surrounded by unsent letters, crumpled notes, and imagined conversations. Her face carries both the ache of unspoken words and the peace of finally releasing them. This piece honours the ritual of revisiting old memories tucked away in a box (literally and metaphorically) - the things we long to say to those we’ve lost, to past lovers, to old friends, or to younger versions of ourselves. Letters i Never Sent is about the unfinished goodbyes and the private acts of remembrance that tether us to the people and moments we’ve loved.